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May 2020
I was nine years old
I looked at my body
In the bathroom mirror
And crumbled to the floor
And cried
And thought
(Seriously this is what I literally told myself)
I’m falling apart
Preteen drama queen

One day I’ll peel myself off
Of that floor
I hope
Written by
Jean-François Daignault  46/M/Montréal, Québec, Canada
(46/M/Montréal, Québec, Canada)   
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